A blood-stained horizontal sword was kicked out of the huddled crowd. It was said to be a horizontal sword, but it was not quite the same as the common Imperial Guard sword.
The blade is straight and only slightly curved and flaring at the tip.
It seems to be an improved work combined with the scimitar on the grassland. The blade is exquisite, and the blade exudes a cold and cold air in the sky.
The handle of the knife was originally beautifully engraved, but it seemed like it had been hit hard by a sharp object, leaving a gap.
Cui Shou touched the blood and mud on his face randomly. After looking carefully, he replied: "It was this knife that hurt me."
"Isn't this the Feng family's sword?"
Someone among the court officials spoke calmly, like gravel thrown into a lake, causing thousands of waves.
Yu Qiansi turned around and looked over, feeling like she had heard this voice somewhere.
The veterans in purple uniforms in the first row also turned to look at the place where the sound came from. A tall young man stood calmly, with his hands folded and clasped on his abdomen, his brows clear and calm.
He is young, wearing purple clothes and a goldfish bag.
The nobles who have lived in the capital for generations will naturally be familiar with this surname.
During the Xuanzong Dynasty, the Feng family participated in the seizure of the legitimate son. The prince, who was born from the imperial concubine Bao Bao, took advantage of his military power and broke into the Daming Palace to force him to take the throne. The capital was turned upside down. After the failure, the Feng family knew that they could not turn back, so they took out
Emperor Gaozu issued a pardon for the Feng family's ancestors because of their meritorious service from the Dragon. The Feng family was not allowed to be exterminated. Xuanzong was in pain and thought for a long time, and issued an edict to drive the Feng family to the wilderness of the northwest, so that they would never return to the capital.
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At that time, in the northwest frontier, there were barbaric tribes such as Xidan in the north, and the extremely vicious and unruly frontier people in the south. There was little water and many disasters, so it was called a dead place.
Xuanzong's move was tantamount to leaving them there to die.
What is unexpected is that more than a hundred years have passed, and the Feng family has gradually established a firm foothold in the northwest. After hearing the news coming from the northwest intermittently, the Feng family gathered many young people to guard the frontier with the county guards.
It has won the hearts of the people in the northwest.
After the chaos ten years ago, Dasheng's border defense was overwhelmed. The Feng family stepped forward, lengthened the patrol line, and protected the peace of the area. Therefore, the imperial court turned a blind eye to the Feng family's small-scale recruitment of Jianghu rangers.
.The Feng family has its eyes on it. Over the years, the size has always been maintained at less than a thousand people and has never exceeded the rules.
Therefore, most people have forgotten that the stability of northwest Dasheng is guarded by such an unrecognized shadow army.
Why did the Feng family appear here? Do they want to rebel?
Shang Ci was wrapped in the chatter of discussion, but still stood clear and unmoved.
"If Mr. Yu doesn't believe it, you can ask my incompetent brother. Mr. Yu Si has read some miscellaneous books and should know something about the Feng family."
Shang Fu, who had just retracted his head for fear of being affected, suddenly heard his name from the most frightening voice in his life. He was so frightened that his hat tilted.
He quickly adjusted the official hat on his head and saw everyone looking at him.
He looked at Yu Qiansi, who looked uncertain outside the crowd, and then at the purple figure standing not far from him who was unwilling to give him alms even for a physical examination.
He swallowed, pointed at himself, and said in a trembling voice: "Me? I...what do I know?"
He glanced at his brother's back and quickly looked away. Even the back was so frightened... He must not have good intentions.
On one side is the person he fears the most, and on the other is Lord Yu. Although he has helped Lord Yu a lot, when he thinks of her smile just now, his ears are reminded of the crisp sound of broken bones in Lingyun Pavilion.
What does this do to him?
"Master Shaoqing, just tell me what you know. I will make my own judgment on the rest."
Hearing what Yu Qiansi said, Shang Fu burst into tears of gratitude. Lord Yu is still considerate.
He held his official hat and looked around for a long time. The distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly.
I had no choice but to hold my hat with one hand and dig forward with the other: "Give me a little bit, uncles, please give me a little trouble."
After finally squeezing out of the crowd, I took a closer look: "This...should be the Feng family's weapon..."
As soon as he said the words, he saw Yu Qiansi's expression and subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Although he didn't know what his evil-minded brother was going to do, he always felt that there was something going on that he didn't know about.
Does Master Yu have anything to do with the Feng family? Is this for Master Yu?
So he quickly made amends, waved his hands towards the ministers as if to appease him, and said, "But but, I said but!"
When he was nervous, he felt that the uncomfortable black gauze hat on his head was tilted again: "But, I only saw the record in a miscellaneous journal many years ago, saying that the Feng family's knife making is based on the horizontal knife.
It is based on the sharpness of a scimitar, with a narrow belly and a broad tail.'"
He looked at Yu Qiansi earnestly and repeated: "I have never seen it with my own eyes, Lord Yu. I can't be sure what I say."
Yu Qiansi nodded slightly at him. Shang Fu looked at her for a long time and saw that she didn't look really angry. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. But then he took a breath of cold air.
No, my brother never talks unnecessary gossip. There must be some ulterior motive for his sudden and unclear words.
Sure enough, an old man in red snorted coldly: "I heard that the Feng family and the uncle's family were related by marriage in the past. Commander Cui and Ming Xuan, who was lynched by Lord Yu just now, also said so. In my opinion, this traitor is here.
The Punishment Division, it must be this boy from the uncle's family who collaborated with the Feng family to cause such an incident and kidnapped the Holy One."
Shang Fu was stunned, looking at the purple-clothed group in the distance. He just casually threw out a few sentences and then continued to pretend to be a transparent person.
It turns out...there's something strange here.
Yu Qiansi did not take it seriously, as if he had expected it: "This gentleman is right. Boyi gave up the entire Weiran Academy for the sake of being sent to the northwest frontier."
If Yu Qiansi gets interested, no one can escape from her indiscriminate and mean words.
But that person thought it was easy to find the fault of Ti Xing Si, and he jumped in the crowd and said: "Then maybe, this guy called Boyi is actually a Feng family member in disguise!"
Shang Fu was now standing in the middle, in a dilemma. But just now he clearly saw that Yu Qiansi's expression changed slightly after the old official with a puffy beard and wide eyes finished speaking.
Based on his natural sense of danger, he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to study the blade on the ground, and squatted down with his neck curled up.
After Yu Qiansi lost consciousness for a moment, she covered up the sharp look in her eyes with her usual smile.
"Bo Yi received the title of Saint in the capital. If he were not from the uncle's family, the private school teachers of all the lords in the capital would have started a quarrel long ago, right?" Yu Qiansi's words were clear and clear, and the words were loud and clear.
"This..." She looked the man up and down. Immediately behind her, Wuya Weifu'er explained the man's origin and official position to her, and then sneered: "It seems that this man looks to be in his sixties.
But there is only an adult from the fifth grade. I will definitely not be able to find a wife from Weiran Academy at home. But it doesn’t matter if I can’t afford it. This place is not far from Hongzhou. Why don’t I make it easier for you now? You can hurry up and rush there.
Hongzhou, find someone from Weiran Academy to ask and find out whether Boyi's identity is true or false."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold and low questioning voice came from the side of the carriage: "Or are you saying that Mr. Fang doubts my new policy of the Ministry of Revenue?"
Wang Songchuo stood on the carriage. After he finished speaking, Yao An helped him out of the carriage and walked slowly in front of everyone.